Dancing on the Edge - Creative Writing
I’m dancing on the edge of normality, waggling my arse at the people inside and loving every minute.
The faces stare back at me, they don’t understand, they don’t see, what it’s like, to be me.
I’m dancing on the edge of normality, waggling my arse at the people inside and loving every minute.
The faces stare back at me, they don’t understand, they don’t see, what it’s like, to be me.